I have a lot of time on my hands when I'm at home. I'm not working, going to class, writing papers, or walking everywhere. With all this time, I think a lot. I think about certain people. I think about my hopes and fears. I think about how I was supposed to go to grad school, get some work experience, have fun, and then move back home within two years. But then I think about how two years isn't enough, and that there's so much more I want to do, that I want to be anywhere but OC. A part of me feels guilty for not being able to spend time with my family but another part of me yearns for the excitement that places like New York City offer.
I'm leaving to Southeast Asia tomorrow. It will satisfy my craving for adventure, but I know that eventually I'll get restless again for something new. I can't pinpoint exactly what I'm looking for. I just want to feel like I'm living.
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